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Rumor has it I’m a tyrant.
The head of the Russian mob you don’t want to cross.
After all, I killed my wife when she betrayed me.
Then I buried her in the same grave as her lover, my best friend.
Rumor has it I stole their love child.
The little boy that, for the first two years of his life, I thought was mine.
They say I locked him up on a deserted estate where he’s gone mad talking to imaginary friends.
Rumor has it the boy is mine now.
That I let him roam my mansion completely naked.
And he has a life sentence for paying for his mother’s crimes in my bed.
Rumor has it I’m obsessed with this little ray of sunshine in my dark world.
And anyone who tries to hurt him will soon take their last breath.
Still, you shouldn’t listen to rumors. They're not always true. Sometimes.
I’ve lived a ruthless life full of resentment.
There’s nothing and no one I loathe more than Chief Ben Witter.
I'm the president of the Blood Hounds MC, and Witter has always been a thorn in my side.
He can’t be bought.
And he’s on a mission to dismantle my club.
But my obsession with hurting him has nothing to do with club business.
It’s personal. Deeply personal.
I want to annihilate him for making the man I‘ve always loved, fall for him instead. A dead man whose ghost lingers between us. When Witter needs help to close a dangerous case involving my club, I volunteer. Being around him is the best way to ruin him. Except our mutual hatred makes for explosive heat. The more we fight, the more we wind up beneath the sheets... the bed of his truck... and in a dark alley. Chief Witter is an addictive man. How am I supposed to still carry a grudge when I've fallen for him like our ex did?
This is Ben's and Gunner's book. It is best read after Biker Daddy and Bay.
I’ve been a politician, husband, and father.
But I never counted on being a biker’s plaything—a biker who’s almost half my age.
As the former mayor of Smoky Vale, I hinged my campaign on getting rid of all bikers.
They are everything that’s wrong with our town. Everywhere they go they breed crudeness, chaos, and carnage.
Then my son fell in love with not one, but two of them.
Now I have no choice but to interact with the very people I tried to take down.
My disapproval of their lifestyle wavers when a spawn of Goliath backs me into a wall, kisses me senselessly, and makes it clear in the most vulgar way possible what he wants to do to me.
Bay is fierce, frank, and the only man who’s ever made me burn.
He teaches me how to tap into base desires I didn’t even know I had. And it intrigues me how a man so volatile and obscene can be equally protective and affectionate.
Those hands that shed blood now make mine boil in my veins.
When my ex-wife continues to ruin my life from behind prison bars, it’s Bay’s ruthlessness I once despised that I must now lean on to keep me and the ones I love safe. But what my ex-wife gets me involved with goes higher up than I could have ever imagined. Are some things better left in the dark, or do we expose those at the top of these heinous acts, even if it means risking our lives?